What a freaking dream, in covid life, to just go out for a casual reason, to be alone in a crowd again. Oh, to be sitting alone, indoors, in a cafe, reading a good book. When the reading woman was first described, I let out an audible sigh. There are several other rules, like the visit can only take place in the coffeeshop and that the special seat is usually taken by a woman reading alone and drinking her coffee. A forgettable hole-in-the-wall cafe has a strange ability: Visitors can sit in one specific chair, and have one visit to the past, that lasts just as long as one cup of coffee. I thought it would lead up to an inspiring life lesson about making every moment count, and, ugh, no thanks.Īnd now, I’m glad I read it, but how do I make a book about time-traveling to have one meaningful conversation over a cup of coffee not sound twee?īefore The Coffee Gets Cold turns out to be a gently supernatural story about memories and love. At first, I wasn’t interested in reading Before The Coffee Gets Cold because every description I read sounded so twee and so inspirational.
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